I’m trying something new this year. For the first time ever I’ve planned a series of four books, well 1 novella and 3 novels, and won’t release any of them until all four are completed. The series name is Without Mercy. The books are:
Unbowed, novella prequel
Unseen, book 1
Unchosen, book 2
Untamed, book 3
Each book follows the romance of one couple as an entire community tries to solve the mystery of the murder of the powerful matriarch.
This is the first murder mystery I’ve written. It’s the first time I’ve pushed myself to complete a series in so quickly. I’m not one of those fast writers who can turn a book out every 1-2 months.
I had to book a slot with a brand new editor months in advance.
It’s the first time I’ve worked with cover artist Dani Rene at Raven Designs.
So many firsts! I’m definitely out of my comfort zone.
Rock You Like A Hurricane by Sierra Brave
This week I’m happy to welcome Sierra Brave to my blog again. As part of the Never Ending Blog Tour she brings us her book Rock You Like A Hurricance, part of the Triple Passion Play series.
Blurb:
Lifelong best friends, Tommy Marks and Ken Davidson know each other so well they’re an unstoppable team able to complement respective strengths while ironing out each other’s weaknesses. Neither man can imagine a life without the other, but they never expected to fall for the same women. College student, Trisha Harper is fascinated by the synergy between Ken and Tommy. She's attracted to both and unable or unwilling to decide which man she likes best.
As the trio prepares to ride out a hurricane together, Tommy and Ken make a gentleman’s agreement promising neither will make a move on Trisha. With the tropical cyclone raging outside and the electricity out, the stakes are high, and their pact might not withstand the eye of the storm. Both men teeter between desire and the fear of rejection and loss, but Trisha has no plans to break up the dynamic duo. For her, it’s all or nothing, and she’s determined to have Tommy and devour Ken too.
Disclaimer: Rock You Like a Hurricane is a male-female-male (MFM), sensuous romance. Themes include explicitly sexual situations. If such content might offend you, please do not buy this book
Although the Triple Passion Play series starts out as MFM in book one, the relationship progresses to MMF in later books.
Previously published by Liquid Silver Books.
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Excerpt
“Hey now! You’re going to mess up my luxurious locks.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair while smirking before he bent forward and snatch the pillow with one hand while gathering her up with his free arm. Trisha squirmed, resisting until Tommy pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Settle down now.” He nuzzled the side of her head.
Her chest tightened and her pussy sent shockwaves through her core. Tommy had hugged her before, but he had never held her close in such an intimate way. His hard chest supported her shoulder while his soft, yummy-smelling hair brushed against her neck and cheek. For some reason, he smelled like Ken tonight. She closed her eyes, breathing in his fragrance. Oh! Her eyes flickered open as his cock stirred beneath. He’s getting hard! Trisha’s breath caught in her throat, and she pursed her lips to repress a smile. As her eyelashes fluttered, she caught the expression on Ken’s face. Shit. He looks as if he’s been punched in the gut. Is he jealous? I can’t have these two fighting.
Scooting back into her seat, Trisha used both hands to shove Tommy away. “Unhand me, you troll!”
“Troll!” Tommy scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips.
“Well, when you make that face.” She pointed and laughed. “I saw a deck of cards over by the snacks. Let’s play poker.”
Tommy grinned and nodded. “Sure, but Ken will wipe the floor with us.”
Trisha shot a look Ken’s way, offering him a smile and a wink before awkwardly looking away while playing with her hair.
Ken stretched in his seat. “As much as I’d love to rake you two over the coals, we don’t have any chips.”
Well, here’s my opening. Hope my voice doesn’t crack. Trisha lifted her face, batting her lashes at him. “Who needs chips when we have clothes?
Q&A with Sierra Brave
What made you decide to re-publish the first book in the Triple Passion Play series?
Sierra: After the unfortunate passing of the owner of the publishing company, my rights to Rock You Like a Hurricane reverted to me. To keep the book available, I had to re-publish.
You made extensive revisions. Why?
Sierra: The characters in the Triple Passion Play series are some of my favorites which is probably why I wrote four books featuring them. The first book was published in 2016. When I was ready to re-publish, I took a fresh look at the story. Rock You Like a Hurricane was still a fun, sexy read, but in the past four years, I’ve learned a lot, and my writing style has changed. The voice no longer sounded like my own so I edited until the characters and story felt like they belonged to me again.
Were there any major changes in the plot?
Sierra: No. The bones and the heart of the story are the same. The timeframe covers less than forty-eight hours—Rock You Like a Hurricane is all about the catalyst for the deeper relationship developing between Ken, Tommy, and Trisha in the next three books.
Is Rock You Like a Hurricane a historical romance?
Sierra: Not really. I call it a retro erotic romance. I wrote book four, Triple Naughty Christmas, first before any of what became the first three books. My intended had been to write a stand-alone holiday romance about a seasoned poly relationship. Once my middle-aged trio began to come to life on the pages, I felt like a lot more of the story of Trisha, Tommy, and Ken deserved to be told. The beginning seemed like a great place to start. Book one is set in 1996 when the three MCs are still in college.
Why does Rock You Like a Hurricane feature so much world-building?
Sierra: I wanted to convey a sense of nostalgia for the mid-to-late 90s, but I spent a lot of energy setting the scene for a much larger reason. In order for older readers to be able to relate to the main characters, I needed them to feel as if they were stepping into the college coed/new adult mind frame. Tommy, Trisha, and Ken behave differently in book one than they do in book four because they’re not nearly as mature or confident yet. Navigating the early days of adulthood is a challenging time often filled with impulsive decisions and mixed-emotions of anxiety and excitement. I wanted my mature readers to remember those heart-pounding, fly-by-the-seat of your pants, but in some ways, much simpler days
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The Power of Three
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Baby Makes Four
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Triple Naughty Christmas
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Submitting to the Doctor by BJ Wane
At a time when the world is a confusing place, BJ Wane brings us a lovely escape. Her latest book Submitting to the Doctor, (Cowboy Doms book 7) is being released this week. It’s available for preorder!
He wanted nothing to do with her but couldn't turn away from the sorrow reflected in her dark eyes.
Blurb:
Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road.
The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour.
Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace.
It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?
This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt:
Lillian couldn’t help it, the desire to spend time with Mitchell outweighed her determination to forget him following his desertion as her doctor. When all she could think about was her reaction every time he leveled that focused gaze on her after Nan invited her to visit their club, she decided to give in to his offer and work towards getting him out of her system. It wouldn’t do for her to leave in a week or two and still have these mind-consuming, libido stirring thoughts about a man she wouldn’t see again.
Once they hit the highway, they limited their conversation to the evening until they reached Willow Springs and then he surprised her with his abrupt change of subject. “Are you considering visiting The Barn tomorrow night?”
His deep tone washed through her with its usual warmth, another reason she needed to do whatever was necessary to end this odd infatuation. “You heard that, huh?”
“Yes. And given your constant gripes about bossy men, I’m wondering why you would consider it.”
She sent him a teasing grin as he turned on his street. “How do you know it’s not just your high-handedness I’ve complained about?”
“Is it?” he returned with cool insistence.
Sighing, she admitted, “No. It’s not my thing, but I am curious.”
Pulling into the drive, he swung toward her as he cut the engine. “I didn’t prove you wrong about that last week?”
He would have to remind her of that. She wouldn’t deny what had been so obvious, but neither would she admit that meant she would enjoy a regular dose of his kinks. Instead, she planted another seed by saying, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll discover I get off on voyeurism. Goodnight, Doc. Thanks for the lift.”
Lillian’s hopes of getting away with having the last word were dashed when she’d no sooner gotten out of the vehicle and he was there, pinning her against the door with his towering, ripped body pressed against hers. She went hot, her heart rate tripping even as irritation over his domination rippled under her skin.
Before she could tell him to back off, he bent his head and nipped at her chin and then took her lower lip between his teeth and bit. The sharp sting ricocheted straight down to her pussy in an undeniable heated gush. Swallowing back a moan, she gripped his biceps and demanded in a hoarse voice, “What are you playing at, Mitchell?”
“Not playing, proving a point.” Gripping her shoulders, he spun her around and placed her hands on the hood of the SUV.
“I don’t care for your caveman tactics,” she stated, proud of her scornful, rigid tone despite her quivering muscles as he worked his hands inside her coat.
“So you say,” he returned with the same arrogance lacing his voice. “But your body says otherwise whenever I put my hands on you. Wonder why that is?”
Gripping her nipples, he plucked at the tender buds, and even through her sweater and bra, his pinch and rotation was strong enough to elicit another body quaking response. She wouldn’t fight it, or deny it, couldn’t if she wanted to get over it and move on
“Lust is easy to explain,” she answered on a deeply indrawn breath.
“Now, there I can agree with you.” Mitchell released her nipples and moved back as fast as he’d commanded her senses.
BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, Oscar, a lovable Goldendoodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first books were strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane
BJ Wane is here today with book 6 in her Cowboy Doms series, Submitting to the Cattleman.
She was a one-night stand, but he couldn't forget her haunted eyes.
Blurb:
Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?
Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.
Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.
Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?
This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Cattleman is a contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt:
Kurt reached the loft and spotted Leslie bound on the St. Andrew’s Cross right away. As he eyed her slim, bare back, spread legs and white, soft ass, he didn’t know who to be pissed at the most, her or his dad. He shouldn’t have let Leland goad him into an argument right before he’d left. If the stubborn coot didn’t want to go to therapy or work at getting back on his feet, Kurt ought to leave him alone to stew in the misery of his own making. The problem was, he cared too much to do that, just as his strong feelings for Leslie wouldn’t allow him to give up on her regardless of her continued obstinance. Maybe, if those glimpses of a desperate, lonely ache reflected on her face weren’t continuing to wreak havoc with his conscience, starting with the first time she’d looked up at him, he would find it easy to wash his hands of her and walk away.
Between wanting to solve the mystery of her solitary life and the driving lust to fuck her in every way possible, he wasn’t about to let this little rebellion deter him from his goals. Mitchell flicked him a questioning look as he approached, checking the tightness of the ankle cuffs before rising to greet him.
“Kurt. I hope your scowl isn’t because of something I’ve done.”
“No, in fact I’d like to thank you for preparing my sub for me.” Leslie’s muscles tightened under Kurt’s hand as he caressed her clenching buttocks.
Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze cutting toward Leslie. Fisting a hand in her long hair, he pulled, lifting her head. “Is this true, you’re with Master Kurt?”
She bit her lip, both men noticing the guilt swirling in her eyes as she looked from one to the other before her trembling mouth went taut and she replied with a thread of defiance coloring her tone. “We never agreed to be exclusive.”
Kurt winged one brow upward and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t share. In case I neglected to mention that, now you know.”
Moving back, a hint of amusement crept into Mitchell’s expression. “I’ll step aside and let you two work this out. Leslie, look me up if you decide to ditch Master Kurt again.”
Kurt waited until Mitchell walked away before leaning against Leslie’s back, loosely circling her neck with his hands and whispering in her ear, “Don’t you think you should have told me before you accepted another Dom’s invitation?”
“I didn’t think it would matter.”
A slight tremor ran through her body as he tightened his hands on her throat, just enough to remind her of his control, and what she’d agreed to. “Once again, you thought wrong, and you’re not being completely honest. You’d rather back away than risk revealing more about yourself, like you did last night.”
She tried to turn her head to look at him then released her breath in a huff when his hold wouldn’t allow it. Her throat worked under his hands as she swallowed and said, “You have no right to pry.”
Now it was his turn to sigh with exasperation because, damn it, she was right. Stepping back, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arched back and palmed her buttocks. “You’re right about that, but not about how you let me know you weren’t happy with me.” Digging his fingers into the soft globes, his thumbs slipped between the fleshy mounds to tease the sensitive area. “I’m disappointed you would resort to such a tactic instead of talking to me. Five swats with my belt or say red and we’re done. What will it be?”
Leslie couldn’t think straight, not with Master Kurt’s hands on her, the displeasure in his deep voice filling her with guilt and regret. She’d been a fool. What made her believe she could simply walk away from him now when she couldn’t forget him after one night together? Now she found herself torn between her ever-growing need for one man and her determination to ensure no one else would come to harm because of their association with her.
She heard the slide of his belt as he removed it and quaked inside. Goosebumps popped up across her backside as he trailed the supple leather over her flesh. To this day she didn’t understand how an aching, hot butt could calm her rioting emotions while drawing tears of discomfort, or how the hurt could eventually morph into pleasure. But there was no denying her body sang in tune to the silent threat, warmed to the promise of blissful pain and the pleasure induced forgetfulness it could lead to. If he allowed it.
Kurt reached around and cupped one breast before pinching her nipple. “Give me your answer, Leslie.”
Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”
BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
Rough Gentleman by Maggie Carpenter
How do you spell hot? M-a-g-g-i-e-C-a-r-p-e-n-t-e-r! To warm up your cool autumn nights, she has a new release out. Rough Gentleman is a Victorian suspense novel with enough heat to melt your Kindle! Check out the excerpt!
Blurb: Malcolm Mead isn’t the kind of man who would leave a woman out in the cold, and when a young lady dressed in little more than rags is accused of theft by one of his neighbors he decides to offer the beautiful, bedraggled girl a place to stay. But when his guest attempts to steal from him, Malcolm does not hesitate to bare her bottom and chastise her sternly and shamefully.
As he seeks to tame the wayward girl he has taken in, Malcolm cannot help noticing her body’s helpless response to his strict correction, and soon she is quivering with need as he shows her how intensely pleasurable it can be to surrender herself completely to his bold, skillful dominance. But his reluctant ward has a secret, one that could put both their lives at great risk…
Publisher’s Note: Rough Gentleman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt:
“While I am concerned for your welfare, I cannot possibly allow this evening to continue without administering punishment for your attempted thievery. Whether titled or not, you had no right to take that snuff box, and I have to wonder what else might be hidden beneath your dress?”
“There’s nothing, I assure you.”
Suddenly marching away from her, he locked both doors, then strode back to her.
“Connie, we will not be interrupted. Please give me the snuff box!”
“But—”
“Now!”
He could see her nervousness, but she raised her dress and removed the silver box from a makeshift pocket in her petticoat.
“Here you are,” she murmured demurely, placing it on the coffee table.
“Stand up.”
Though it took her a moment, she pushed herself up from the chair. Walking forward and standing in front of her, he noticed her eyes weren’t just green, but carried tiny flecks of brown. An unexpected blush crossed her pale face, and her lips parted as if she might speak.
Malcolm caught his breath.
A desire to wrap her into his arms and kiss her passionately had hurtled through him like lightning bolt.
He’d planned to spank her, but now he wanted to do more.
Much more.
“Kneel on the chair with your back to me,” he said sternly, “and I warn you, Connie, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“But—”
“I meant everything I said. My offer of hospitality remains, but I also meant it when I said you must be punished. Whether you choose to run away after I have disciplined you, or you accept my help, you will not leave this room until I have made sure of two things. The first, you have nothing else secreted away, and the second, you have been appropriately chastised. Now kneel on the edge of the chair, grip the arms, lean forward, and arch your back.”
She didn’t move.
“I’m going to count to three. If you’re not in position, I shall tie you over the chaise lounge near the window. One—”
Letting out a short, startled cry, she turned around and climbed on the soft cushion, taking up the pose he’d instructed.
Malcolm’s cock, already stirring, surged to life.
Not only was she beautiful and refined, as her dress fell over her bottom he could see it was wonderfully round. Whatever weight she might have lost, her backside had retained its voluptuous curves.
But he didn’t have time to dally.
Marching forward, he moved her dress up to her waist, but as he raised her petticoat he was surprised to find she wore only one. He was gazing at her drawers.
“As you can see, sir, I have nothing else hidden.
Though her voice had been tremulous, it had been tinged with defiance.
“I don’t know that for certain,” he replied firmly, reaching around her to untie the cord holding up the remaining garment. “Women have other secret places in which tiny objects can be concealed.”
“I have done no such thing!” she exclaimed, staring at him over her shoulder.
“There’s only one way to find out, Connie, and I intend to.”
“No,” she gasped as the cord came loose and he yanked down her drawers. “Why have you done this?”
“You know why, and unless you want the servants to hear you, I suggest you be quiet.”|
His remark worked. As he moved his palm over her bottom, she remained stoically silent.
“I’m going to spank you. It will be quick, but I will not hold back. Do not put your hands behind you, and I will remind you again not to yell out. Have I made myself clear?”
“Sir, you have made yourself clear, but this is wrong.”
“No, Connie, this is right. You must be punished. You’ve been stealing.”
Standing at the side of the chair, he leaned over, wrapped his arm around her waist, and landed several hard smacks to both cheeks.
“If you choose to remain here, I will not hesitate to spank you again if it’s needed.”
Without waiting for her response, he continued to rain his hand on her naked bottom, his stinging slaps covering the breadth of her backside, then finished with a torrent of swats where her thighs met her bottom. Though she’d gasped and kicked out, she didn’t scream or beg him to stop.
“I’ve finished,” he declared, rubbing her skin, “but stay as you are. I must be sure you’ve not carrying any other stolen items.”
“I promise you, sir, I have nothing,” she gasped. “Please, let me be.”
“This will only take a moment, but if you don’t cooperate I shall spank you again. Behave, and my examination will be over quickly.”
He waited for a response, but receiving none, he took her silence as surrender. Slipping his fingers into her pussy, he found her surprisingly slick, and as he pushed into her channel, he was taken aback to find no resistance. Suddenly gasping, she threw back her head, and though she didn’t cry out or try to stop him, she lewdly wriggled against his touch.
She was aroused!
Though sorely tempted to rub her clit and bring her to a climax, he didn’t know how long it might take, and it occurred to him, leaving her wanting might be of later benefit. Wishing he could free his manhood and plunge inside her, he took a long deep breath, then returned his attention to her backside.
“One last place to check,” he decreed, “then you can straighten out your clothes.”
“You can’t mean—”
But already spreading her cheeks, he inserted his finger into her dark hole. As she dropped her head into her hands, he heard a long low, moan. He waited a moment, then withdrew his hand, lifted her drawers, and reaching his arms around her, he knotted the cord.
“You took your punishment well,” he said softly, lowering her petticoat and dress, “and I’m very pleased I found nothing more.”
Wordlessly she slid off the chair, turned around, and gingerly sat down.
“Connie, do you have anything to say?”
“Indeed I do,” she mumbled, raising her eyes to meet his. “You have punished me, and you have humiliated me, but you haven’t broken me. Others have done far worse.”
More about Maggie Carpenter
USA TODAY Bestselling author Maggie Carpenter has published over sixty romance novels.
Her heroes include amorous aliens, kinky cowboys, brawny barbarians, tempting tycoons, and Harley-riding bikers. Her smart, witty, strong-willed heroines bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of their passionate, take-charge men.
Maggie has a history in show-business but moved from Los Angeles to the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She shares her world with a beautiful mare and an adorable mutt rescued from a junkyard in Tijuana.
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The Blue Lion by Tessa Carr
Today brings us a mystery, The Blue Lion. A double mystery in fact. A much-loved author is dipping into the suspense genre. She has taken the new pen name Tessa Carr so that the many fans of her historical romances won’t be disappointed if they pick up this first book in the new series expecting more tales of the old west, only to find this book is solidly set in modern times.
Want to know who she is? Keep reading.
Danger comes in all colors.
Blurb: Meg Hart has been waiting for months for her ten-year high school reunion. Everything should be fun. After all, the smashing seven, the group of cheerleaders she went to school with, should be there, along with her best friend Nikki. And her dominant husband Matt will be at her side as well. So why is it that she feels such unease every time she thinks of going? And afterward, when things began to happen, are the memories that pop up in her dreams after the reunion significant?
Dr. Matt Hart adores his wife Meg, in her submissiveness and beauty, and has since the first time he saw her as a patient. Their marriage has been wonderful, and he’s determined to protect her despite her poor vision. When the first girl of the smashing seven is found murdered and the others begin to disappear one by one, will he be able to protect Meg from the evil that’s happening around them? And what’s the significance of the Blue Lion in front of the old Victorian House on Country Club Lane?
Publisher's Note: The Blue Lion is a contemporary romantic mystery contains a theme of power exchange along with some graphic scenes. For an audience age 18 and over.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt
A feeling of unease crawled up Matt's spine. He wasn't exactly sure where it came from, but the thought of Meg going into the old house left an ominous cloud over his head. He frowned, looking down at her. He'd prefer she stay away from it.
She noticed. "Matt? What is it?"
He made an effort at a smile. "I honestly don't know, princess. But I prefer you not go near the house. Or the funeral home." He shook his head. "I have a lot on my mind, that's all." He lifted her chin "I'm taking off the rest of the day. Scott's seeing my patients. Where to for lunch?"
She grinned. "You never take off work. What's gotten into you?"
He wound a hand through her long hair and brought her face upward, kissing her soundly.
"You have. Either you pick a place to eat, or I'll begin ordering you to strip, beginning now. It's been too long."
"It's been less than twenty-four hours," she tossed back.
"My point exactly," he said, raising a brow.
The challenging glance she raised to his with those big blue eyes was nearly his undoing.
Her inviting lips curved into a slow, tantalizing smile. "I'm not hungry."
His brows rose further. "All right, then," he commanded. "Panties off.”
More about Tessa Carr
Tessa Carr has been writing since she was a child and entertaining her friends with stories about them. In the back of her mind, however, always lurked stories about romance filled with mystery, and adventure. Being a Navy brat and moving frequently to new places and meeting new people brought on new stories that hovered in her mind.
The excitement of it never went away. Even today, those stories still hover. She loves writing historical fiction and has published many books in this genre with Blushing Books Publications, under the name of Pippa Greathouse.
Recently new story lines have captured her imagination and she dove into this new genre of erotic contemporary mystery, suspense-thrillers that often involve the Highway Patrol, FBI and police and Sheriff’s Departments.
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Website: https://tessacarr.net
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Submitting To Two Doms by BJ Wane
BJ Wane is back with another book that has readers swooning! Submitting To Two Doms, cowboy domes book 5, is full of lusty cowboy doms who take the upper hand, so to speak, with the gorgeous, feisty, Kelsey Hammond.
She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.
Blurb: After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parents pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.
Disclaimer: Submitting To Two Doms contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
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Excerpt:
She nodded before lying face down on the padded bench with a cutout for her nose and mouth. With her knees resting on the kneeler and her hips perched on the edge of the bench, the position was surprisingly comfortable. Until her arms were strapped down at her sides with a band over each wrist, followed by a wide strap tightening across her lower back. She yanked on the restraints, an automatic response to the ripple of unease that dulled her initial excitement. The instant anxiety over her helplessness changed with just as much speed to an arousing wave of heat, dispelling her cold panic as much as their deep voices rumbling in her ears.
“Deep breath, Kelsey. You’re all right.” Devin’s no-nonsense order.
“We’re right here, little bit. You’re safe.” Greg’s warmer encouragement.
Hearing both men so close eased the last of her tension while ratcheting up her arousal. “Remember,” Greg continued as she felt Devin move away, “you don’t tell us, we tell you.” He slid his hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. Cool air rose goosebumps across her buttocks as he lowered her panties, exposing her backside to whoever stood close enough to see. “Give me a color.” His hand cracked on her right cheek.
“Green, Sir,” she gasped, no longer caring if she had an audience. The only thing that mattered was having their hands and mouths on her again. As far as fucking in public, that was something she shied away from contemplating.
“Good girl. Keep your head down. Devin is returning with vibrating anal beads. You’ll like those.”
Anal beads? Oh, dear. Just what have I gotten myself into this time? They didn’t give her time to wonder or fret. Fingers spread her cheeks and rubbed ointment around her puckered back entrance before pushing past the tight resistance to grease her insides. She shook as those thick digits pulled out of her and a row of cool, hard, round balls were pressed inside her.
“Relax, baby,” Devin ordered as she tensed against the tight stretching and stuffed-full sensation encompassing her rectum. “Just two more.”
Another push and the fourth smooth globe rolled inside her. Kelsey shook from the last insertion, exhaling her pent-up breath on a whoosh as soon as she adjusted to the foreign invasion. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of painful, stimulating swats delivered across both buttocks with a leather paddle as small pulsations erupted along the sensitive tissues lining her rear channel. Her tormentor’s deep murmurs kept her on edge as effectively as the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain.
“You pushed for our attention, and now you have it.” Devin caressed one burning cheek.
“And you’ve thanked us for our thoughtfulness by complaining.” She heard the paddle fall on the floor and assumed that was Greg’s hand roaming over her other buttock.
Be careful stating what you want. Kelsey hadn’t been, she knew that now, as she lay bound and at their mercy. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her and knowing the safeword gave her the courage not to use it as they released her wrists and the middle strap and then covered her eyes with a silk blindfold as she lifted her head.
BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Submitting to the Cowboy by BJ Wane
Ever since BJ Wane’s Submitting to the Cowboy (Cowboy Doms book 3) was released in April, readers have been raving about it.
When he can no longer resist the temptation to make her his in every way, will it cost him the one person he cherishes above all others?
BLURB:
Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near. Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.
Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face. He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction. He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.
But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him. When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?
This is book three in the Cowboy Doms series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Cowboy is a contemporary western romance that contains elements of mystery, suspense, adult themes, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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EXCERPT
Exasperation flashed in his eyes. “Damn it, Tam, I doubt you’ve ever even been spanked.”
“I might have been if you hadn’t interrupted me the other night,” she shot back, equally frustrated with his obstinance, no matter that it stemmed from caring and concern.
“Really?” A calculated gleam entered his eyes as he ran his hands down her arms in what she could have sworn was a caress designed to soothe. Whatever it was, she enjoyed the light touch. “Well, since it was my fault you didn’t get to experience that aspect of BDSM, let me make up for it.”
Before she realized his intention, he grabbed her hand and tugged her over to the desk, maneuvering her in front of him. With a hand between her shoulders, he pressed gently, bending to whisper in her ear. “Lean on the desk. Show me you’re willing to experiment with this side of my lifestyle.”
His warm breath fanned the side of her neck, raising the tiny hairs on her nape, his words conjuring up all kinds of scenarios. Her voice shook as she whispered, “We’re not at the club. This is where I work, where someone might come in.” The next appointment wasn’t for an hour but that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t pop in. The very thought sent a flare of heat up her core. When had she become such a pervert? The silent question accompanied her descent over the desk as she braced on her forearms, her only thought to show him how serious she was about continuing with her submissive education. His sudden indrawn breath followed with the brush of his palm over her buttocks. She trembled, thinking maybe it was just Connor who turned her into a promiscuous deviant wannabe.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he bemoaned as he palmed her right cheek. “This is wrong in so many ways, I can’t even begin to count. Remember, this is your doing.”
The sudden impact of Connor’s hand smacking her bottom jarred Tamara into an acute awareness of the minor discomfort, and how it seemed to feed the lust she harbored for him. Another spank followed the first, this one on her opposite cheek, delivered with a touch more force. She jerked, a small whimper escaping at the startling warmth spreading across her backside.
“This is just a taste of what subs are subjected to if they agree to play with a Dom.” Two more swats, each a little harder, jiggled her buttocks and built on the heat now expanding from her butt up between her quaking thighs. “Think long and hard, little one, because trust me, I’m being very,” smack! “very,” smack! “nice.” He ended the teasing torment with an almost casual exploration of her cheeks and then squeezed each throbbing globe, the tight grip emphasizing the ache and stirring her arousal.
Shaken, Tamara tried to lean back against Connor as he helped her straighten, but he shifted away too fast, leaving his hands on her upper arms until she steadied and turned to face him. With her face burning, her heartbeat thumping like a crazed bat and her warmed buttocks pulsing softly, she knew her face reflected the desire she couldn’t deny.
Connor dropped his hands as if burned and stumbled back a step, shaking his head. “You’re impossible. I’ve got to run. We’ll talk later.” Without another word or backward glance, he pivoted, snatched his hat off the hook and dashed out as if the hounds of Hell were after him.
BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Camille's Second Chance by Alyssa Bailey
The stunningly prolific Alyssa Bailey has another new book out. Camille’s Second Chance is book 2 in the Clearwater Ranch Series.
Blurb:
“We’re going to the ranch. This Daddy is taking care of all his little ones.”
Before she was twenty-one, Camille Hendrix had been lied to, cheated on, assaulted twice, forced into a loveless marriage, divorced, and left to fend for herself with one baby and another on the way. She had also been loved by a man she left without a word of explanation and missed every day of her life. Now, with a nursing degree and two preschoolers she was determined to return to her hometown and make a life, if possible, with the only man she ever loved. But was it too much to ask? Someone in town thought so.
Sawyer Knight was the most sought-after playboy in three counties and probably more. Everyone knew the woman he loved had suddenly left town without a word. Since then, Sawyer could be seen most weekends at the Whet Whistle, kicking up dust, getting toasted, and going home with a different woman. No woman was permanent in his life and Sawyer made that known loud and clear, until Cami came back to town. She was divorced, a mother, and life weary but when he laid eyes on her in his brother’s house, she was still the most beautiful, feisty woman he’d ever seen. Maybe more than ever because her strength of character shone through the battle scars and his heart immediately yearned for her. If he claimed her this time, he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. It seemed the first opponent had already entered the ring.
This is book two in the Clearwater Ranch series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Camille’s Second Chance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not buy it.
Buy link: Amazon
Excerpt
Untangling his hands from her hair, he pulled her towards his lips as she kissed his torso on her way back up to his face.
“My turn, now,” he whispered in a strangled harsh voice.
“Not fair, you stole some of my time.”
“Never said I was fair. It’s Daddy’s turn. Now climb on like a good girl.”
“I still get to ride?” she asked eagerly as she positioned herself just right to mount him. “What kind are you?”
“What kind?”
“What kind of horse?”
His deep chuckle made her tummy flip. “You’re riding the cowboy, baby. They are so much more inventive.”
He brought her down onto his cock, fully seating her over him. Claiming her, showing her he not only took care of his woman, but he also took her. He held her in one position while he pumped her for a while and then allowed her to ride him. As she began to tingle from the friction of the pounding of her clit on every meeting of their pelvises, he demanded something he’d never said to her before.
“Touch yourself, Camille. Bring yourself off.”
“What? I can’t do that. It’s embarrassing.”
“Can you argue with Daddy?”
“No, but I can argue with my boyfriend.”
“Fiancé,” he growled. “But when we’re in here, you don’t talk back. Daddy rules this room, not his little girl.”
“Fuck that.”
“I’m trying to,” he said as he slowed his movements. He released her hips and brought her down, chest to chest. The next thing she felt and heard was an explosion on her butt, then another one. Over and over she felt the sharp slaps on her butt as he continued to pump slowly.
“Please, it hurts.”
“Would you like another chance to do as I said?”
Camille didn’t know how she’d touch herself in front of him but somehow, she would. She nodded. “Yes. I can try.”
He nodded and helped her sit up straight on his staff then watched as she tentatively inched towards her clit. Two thigh slaps made her inch faster. Don’t think about it, just do it. She touched herself and it felt forbidden. That gave it more power and she was soon rubbing and circling her fleshy nerve center as he pumped faster.
“God, that is so damn sexy, woman.”
More about Alyssa Bailey
Alyssa Bailey is a USA Today and International best-selling author. She loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Power exchange adventures between strong, intelligent, sassy women who aren’t afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme.
Family and community is important to Alyssa and it’s one reason she loves series. She is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book; that’s exciting. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot, other times, it’s crazy day to day angst and danger. Whatever goes on before, there’s always a happily ever after ending.
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Some of the many many books from Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books:
The O'Connor Series:
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Her Sweet Complication, Liam O'Connor Book 1
Liam's Lessons, Liam O'Connor Book 2
Loving Liam, Liam O'Connor Book 3
Ciaran and Katherine's Story
His Gentle Persuasion, Ciaran O'Connor Book 1
Rancher's Creed, Ciaran O'Connor Book 2
Katie Consents, Ciaran O'Connor Book 3
Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story
Quinlan's Quest, Quinlan O'Connor Book 1
Flawed by Felicity Brandon
Who doesn’t love a new book by Felicity Brandon? This month the first in her Dark Necessities Prequel, book 1 was released. Flawed is dark and powerful and reviewers love it.
One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.
Blurb:
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
Disclaimer: Flawed is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book
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Excerpt:
Lily stood bent over and completely naked in front of him. It was like something out of one of Ethan’s fantasies, and a part of him could barely believe they were both actually here and not dreaming.
“Fabulous,” he purred as she stepped gingerly out of her adorable panties. “Now, just stay right there.”
“Like this?” she gasped.
Ethan was on his feet in a second, slapping her prone arse at Lily’s error. “What was that, Lily?”
“Sir!” she exclaimed, correcting herself at once. “I’m sorry.”
He gently trailed a finger over the curve of her behind, aware of the way his cock jumped at the touch. “You need to remember, beautiful,” he warned her. “You don’t want to add my belt to this evening.”
Lily’s body tensed under his fingertip. He actually felt the discernible tautness as his hand shifted to the top of her thighs.
“I will remember, sir,” she panted.
He bet she would.
“This is every inch as good as I’d imagined,” he murmured. “I need you naked around here all the time.”
“Ethan,” she breathed. “Sir.”
He edged left, tilting his head to examine her face. “Don’t you like being nude for me?” he inquired.
Ethan watched as her face began to color.
“It’s so… different,” she conceded at length. “I feel so vulnerable like this.”
That made him chortle. Vulnerable was exactly what Lily was now, and as if he wanted to reinforce the point, he moved his hand to the underside of her pussy and cupped her sex. Her nest of hair was wet already, suggesting Lily’s vulnerability made her horny, as well as helpless.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her in a resolute tone. “All you need to think about is being my good girl. Do you understand?”
One finger slipped idly into her sex, eliciting a gasp from Lily’s lips before she responded.
“Yes, sir,” she panted.
Ethan’s excitement swelled at the reply, combining with the incredible sensation of her hot snatch. He needed to slow down himself, and remember this was Lily’s first time following his instructions, yet everything about her made him want to shove his erection straight into her wet, needy passage.
“I’d like to teach you something new tonight,” he murmured as he probed a little deeper. “Are you up for the challenge?”
A small whimper escaped Lily’s lips.
“Was that a yes?” he replied with a laugh, easing the digit from her wonderful sex.
She gasped. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he answered, slapping her exposed behind playfully. “Then let’s have you down on your hands and knees by my feet, Lily.”
